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the　victim　of　free　institutions　from　himself　and　from　his　torturers。

I　can　fancy　a　lovely　woman　playfully　withdrawing　the　knife　which　he

would　abuse　by　making　it　an　instrument　for　the　conveyance　of　food；

or；　failing　in　this　kind　artifice；　sacrificing　herself　by　imitating

his　use　of　that　implement；　how　much　harder　than　to　plunge　it　into

her　bosom；　like　Lucretia！　　I　can　see　her　studying　in　his　provincial

dialect　until　she　becomes　the　Champollion　of　New　England　or　Western

or　Southern　barbarisms。　　She　has　learned　that　haow　means　what；　that

think…in'　is　the　same　thing　as　thinking；　or　she　has　found　out　the

meaning　of　that　extraordinary　mono　syllable；　which　no　single…tongued

phonographer　can　make　legible；　prevailing　on　the　banks　of　the　Hudson

and　at　its　embouchure；　and　elsewhere；what　they　say　when　they　think

they　say　first；　（fe…eest；fe　as　in　the　French　le）；or　that　cheer

means　chair；or　that　urritation　means　irritation；and　so　of　other

enormities。　　Nothing　surprises　her。　　The　highest　breeding；　you　know；

comes　round　to　the　Indian　standard；to　take　everything　coolly；nil

admirari；if　you　happen　to　be　learned　and　like　the　Roman　phrase　for

the　same　thing。



If　you　like　the　company　of　people　that　stare　at　you　from　head　to

foot　to　see　if　there　is　a　hole　in　your　coat；　or　if　you　have　not

grown　a　little　older；　or　if　your　eyes　are　not　yellow　with　jaundice；

or　if　your　complexion　is　not　a　little　faded；　and　so　on；　and　then

convey　the　fact　to　you；　in　the　style　in　which　the　Poor　Relation

addressed　the　divinity…student；go　with　them　as　much　as　you　like。

I　hate　the　sight　of　the　wretches。　　Don't　for　mercy's　sake　think　I

hate　them；　the　distinction　is　one　my　friend　or　I　drew　long　ago。　　No

matter　where　you　find　such　people；　they　are　clowns。



The　rich　woman　who　looks　and　talks　in　this　way　is　not　half　so　much　a

lady　as　her　Irish　servant；　whose　pretty　〃saving　your　presence；〃　when

she　has　to　say　something　which　offends　her　natural　sense　of　good

manners；　has　a　hint　in　it　of　the　breeding　of　courts；　and　the　blood

of　old　Milesian　kings；　which　very　likely　runs　in　her　veins；thinned

by　two　hundred　years　of　potato；　which；　being　an　underground　fruit；

tends　to　drag　down　the　generations　that　are　made　of　it　to　the　earth

from　which　it　came；　and；　filling　their　veins　with　starch；　turn　them

into　a　kind　of　human　vegetable。



I　say；　if　you　like　such　people；　go　with　them。　　But　I　am　going　to

make　a　practical　application　of　the　example　at　the　beginning　of　this

particular　record；　which　some　young　people　who　are　going　to　choose

professional　advisers　by…and…by　may　remember　and　thank　me　for。　　If

you　are　making　choice　of　a　physician；　be　sure　you　get　one；　if

possible；　with　a　cheerful　and　serene　countenance。　　A　physician　is

notat　least；　ought　not　to　bean　executioner；　and　a　sentence　of

death　on　his　face　is　as　bad　as　a　warrant　for　execution　signed　by　the

Governor。　　As　a　general　rule；　no　man　has　a　right　to　tell　another　by

word　or　look　that　he　is　going　to　die。　　It　may　be　necessary　in　some

extreme　cases；　but　as　a　rule；　it　is　the　last　extreme　of　impertinence

which　one　human　being　can　offer　to　another。　　〃You　have　killed　me；〃

said　a　patient　once　to　a　physician　who　had　rashly　told　him　he　was

incurable。　　He　ought　to　have　lived　six　months；　but　he　was　dead　in

six'　weeks。　　If　we　will　only　let　Nature　and　the　God　of　Nature　alone；

persons　will　commonly　learn　their　condition　as　early　as　they　ought

to　know　it；　and　not　be　cheated　out　of　their　natural　birthright　of

hope　of　recovery；　which　is　intended　to　accompany　sick　people　as　long

as　life　is　comfortable；　and　is　graciously　replaced　by　the　hope　of

heaven；　or　at　least　of　rest；　when　life　has　become　a　burden　which　the

bearer　is　ready　to　let　fall。



Underbred　people　tease　their　sick　and　dying　friends　to　death。　　The

chance　of　a　gentleman　or　lady　with　a　given　mortal　ailment　to　live　a

certain　time　is　as　good　again　as　that　of　the　common　sort　of　coarse

people。　　As　you　go　down　the　social　scale；　you　reach　a　point　at

length　where　the　common　talk　in　sick　rooms　is　of　churchyards　and

sepulchres；　and　a　kind　of　perpetual　vivisection　is　forever　carried

on；　upon　the　person　of　the　miserable　sufferer。



And　so；　in　choosing　your　clergyman；　other　things　being　equal；　prefer

the　one　of　a　wholesome　and　cheerful　habit　of　mind　and　body。　　If　you

can　get　along　with　people　who　carry　a　certificate　in　their　faces

that　their　goodness　is　so　great　as　to　make　them　very　miserable；　your

children　cannot。　　And　whatever　offends　one　of　these　little　ones

cannot　be　right　in　the　eyes　of　Him　who　loved　them　so　well。



After　all；　as　you　are　a　gentleman　or　a　lady；　you　will　probably

select　gentlemen　for　your　bodily　and　spiritual　advisers；　and　then

all　will　be　right。



This　repetition　of　the　above　words；gentleman　and　lady；which

could　not　be　conveniently　avoided；　reminds　me　what　strange　uses　are

made　of　them　by　those　who　ought　to　know　what　they　mean。　　Thus；　at　a

marriage　ceremony；　once；　of　two　very　excellent　persons　who　had　been

at　service；　instead　of；　Do　you　take　this　man；　etc。？　　and；　Do　you

take　this　woman？　　how　do　you　think　the　officiating　clergyman　put　the

questions？　　It　was；　Do　you；　Miss　So　and　So；　take　this　GENTLEMAN？

and；　Do　you；　Mr。　This　or　That；　take　this　LADY？！　　What　would　any

English　duchess；　ay；　or　the　Queen　of　England　herself；　have　thought；

if　the　Archbishop　of　Canterbury　had　called　her　and　her　bridegroom

anything　but　plain　woman　and　man　at　such　a　time？



I　don't　doubt　the　Poor　Relation　thought　it　was　all　very　fine；　if　she

happened　to　be　in　the　church；　but　if　the　worthy　man　who　uttered

these　monstrous　wordsmonstrous　in　such　a　connectionhad　known　the

ludicrous　surprise；　the　convulsion　of　inward　disgust　and　contempt；

that　seized　upon　many　of　the　persons　who　were　present；had　guessed

what　a　sudden　flash　of　light　it　threw　on　the　Dutch　gilding；　the

pinchbeck；　the　shabby；　perking　pretension　belonging　to　certain

social　layers；so　inherent　in　their　whole　mode　of　being；　that　the

holiest　offices　of　religion　cannot　exclude　its　impertinences；the

good　man　would　have　given　his　marriage…fee　twice　over　to　recall　that

superb　and　full…blown　vulgarism。　　Any　persons　whom　it　could　please

could　have　no　better　notion　of　what　the　words　referred　to　signify

than　of　the　meaning　of　apsides　and　asymptotes。



MAN！　　Sir！　　WOMAN！　　Sir！　　Gentility　is　a　fine　thing；　not　to　be

undervalued；　as　I　have　been　trying　to　explain；　but　humanity　comes

before　that。



　　　　　　　　　〃When　Adam　delved　and　Eve　span；

　　　　　　　　　　Who　was　then　the　gentleman？〃



The　beauty　of　that　plainness　of　speech　and　manners　which　comes　from

the　finest　training　is　not　to　be　understood　by　those　whose　habitat

is　below　a　certain　level。　　Just　as　the　exquisite　sea…anemones　and

all　the　graceful　ocean…flowers　die　out　at　some　fathoms　below　the

surface；　the　elegances　and　suavities　of　life　die　out　one　by　one　as

we　sink　through　the　social　scale。　　Fortunately；　the　virtues　are　more

tenacious　of　life；　and　last　pretty　well　until　we　get　down　to　the　mud

of　absolute　pauperism；　where　they　do　not　flourish　greatly。



I　had　almost　forgotten　about　our　boarders。　　As　the　Model　of　all

the　Virtues　is　about　to　leave　us；　I　find　myself　wondering　what　is

the　reason　we　are　not　all　very　sorry。　　Surely　we　all　like　good

persons。　　She　is　a　good　person。　　Therefore　we　like　her。　Only　we

don't。



This　brief　syllogism；　and　its　briefer　negative；　involving　the

principle　which　some　English　conveyancer　borrowed　from　a　French　wit

and　embodied　in　the　lines　by　which　Dr。　Fell　is　made　unamiably

immortal；　this　syllogism；　I　say；　is　one　that　most　persons　have　had

occasion　to　construct　and　demolish；　respecting　somebody　or　other；　as

I　have　done　for　the　Model。　　〃Pious　and　painefull。〃　　Why　has　that

excellent　old　phrase　gone　out　of　use？　　Simply　because　these　good

painefull　or　painstaking　persons　proved　to　be　such　nuisances　in　the

long　run；　that　the　word　〃painefull〃　came；　before　people　thought　of

it；　to　mean　pain…giving　instead　of　painstaking。



So；　the　old　fellah's　off　to…morrah；said　the　young　man　John。



Old　fellow？said　I；whom　do　you　mean？



Why；　the　one　that　came　with　our　little　beauty；　the　old　fellah　in

petticoats。



Now　that　means　something；said　I　to　myself。　These　rough　young

rascals　very　often　hit　the　nail　on　the　head；　if　they　do　strike　with

their　eyes　shut。　　A　real　woman　does　a　great　many　things　without

knowing　why　she　does　them；　but　these　pattern　machines　mix　up　their

intellects　with　everything　they　do；　just　like　men。　　They　can't　help

it；　no　doubt；　but　we　can't　help　getting　sick　of　them；　either。

Intellect　is　to　a　woman's　nature　what　her　watch…spring　skirt　is　to

her　dress；　it　ought　to　underlie　her　silks　and　embroideries；　but　not

to　show　itself　too　staringly　on　the　outside。　…You　don't　know；

perhaps；　but　I　will　tell　you；　the　brain　is　the　palest　of　all　the

internal　organs；　and　the　heart　the　reddest。　　Whatever　comes　from　the

brain　carries　the　hue　of　the　place　it　came　from；　and　whatever　comes

from　the　heart　carries　the　heat　and　color　of　its　birthplace。



The　young　man　John　did　not　hear　my　soliloquy；　of　course；　but　sent　up

one　more　bubble　from　our　sinking　conversation；　in　the　form　of　a

statement；　that　she　was　at　liberty　to　go　to　a　personage　who　receives

no　visits；　as　is　commonly　supposed；　from　virtuous　people。



Why；　I　ask　again；　（of　my　reader；）　should　a　person　who　never　did

anybody　any　wrong；　but；　on　the　contrary；　is　an　estimable　and

intelligent；　nay；　a　particularly　enlightened　and　exemplary　member　of

society；　fail　to　inspire　interest；　love；　and　devotion？　　Because　of

the　reversed　current　in　the　flow　of　thought　and　emotion。　　The　red

heart　sends　all　its　instincts　up　to　the　white　brain　to　be　analyzed；

chilled；　blanched；　and　so　become　pure　reason；　which　is　just　exactly

what　we　do　not　want　of　woman　as　woman。　　The　current　should　run　the

other…way。　　The　nice；　calm；　cold　thought；　which　in　women　shapes

itself　so　rapidly　that　they　hardly　know　it　as　thought；　shou